Quinten Log 86 - 31 March 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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Wother is standing at the farthest point from the archery target, takes aim, stretching his longbow till the string groans, then releases quickly the arrow flies across the room right into the center of the head of the target. Wother smiles with satisfaction and begins to select a new arrow.

Quinten walks into the room adjusting the bandage on his head and smiles as he sees you shoot the arrow "Not bad" he says moving up next to you

Wother glances at the hare that just entered before pulling out another arrow, fitting it on the string and speaking at the same time "thank ye..." he looks at quinten aging with the arrow still on the string "...'ave i seen ye before?" he fires the arrow.

Quinten nods his head "Probably sir, though i'm usually not this colour, I'm Quinten" he salutes the white bandage on his head distinctly visible agianst his head fur

Wother nods hitching his bow on his shoulder, "ah Quinten, yes i met you before. i am runner Wother James P Longpaw" he returns the salute "what 'ave you done to your fur, and more importantly, your head?"

Quinten chuckles "I'm testing a new form of Fur Dye for the Colonel and Major Darklett, i found the formula in an old book, seemed only fair to try it on my own" he touches his head and grimaces "As to this accident in here, am off duty till it heals properly"

Wother stares at him "well you have'nt told me /how/ you got that there head injury" he begins to walk to the archery target, to retrieve his two green feathered arrows.

Quinten smiles softly and flicks his ears back, "Was arguing with Mister Ender, he hit me and i fell awkward"

Wother puts the arrows in his quiver and turns to quinten "i see, that was a foolish thing to do" he motions to some wooden training swords in a corner "feel up a small bit of sword practise?"

Quinten smiles softly "I'm afraid not Wother, i'm not meant to do any physical training yet"

Wother shrugs "is there a specific reason you entered this chamber then, recruit quinten?" he smiles

Quinten smiles "Thought i'd come in to see if anyone was training"

Wother nods "ah, i see then. i am done now, feal like accompanying me to the rec room?"

Quinten smiles "That would be a great idea Wother"

Salamandastron: Recreation Room

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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to

relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or

a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a

lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with

some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the

worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be

easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of

reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths

on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the

bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the

middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with

8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is

littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small

table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room

and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.

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Wother enters and finds a comfortable chair with a table and other chairs around

Quinten moves to the bar and orders too tankards, he brings them over and places one before you before sitting down himself "So Wother...do you read much?"

Wother takes the tankard, smiling "thank ye" he drinks half of it in one gulp, and licks his lips before speaking "not vary much, quinten, to much training and patrolling to do, why?"

Quinten smiles softly "Ahhh no reason really just i released the latest issue of Life in Sala"

Wother raises eyebrows "life at sala? what would that be?"

Quinten chuckles and leans over to lift a sheet of parcment out of a box and offers it to you "This is life at Sala"

Wother tkes the parchment and scans it quickly "ah, interesting" he puts it into a belt pouch and speaks "i will read it later, when i have time" he grins

Quinten smiles "Great do enjoy it Wother it explains the purpose of this fur colour too"

Wother nods "yes i noticed when i scanned it, do you know what our position with the blooddrinkers or what ever they call themsleves

Quinten shakes his head "No idea sah, but i'm just a recruit after all"

Somewhere on the muck, Syrhenna has disconnected.

Wother drinks from his tankard "i see, i'll have to see a officer about it then"

Quinten swirls his juice about then sips it "I am sure they can tell you quickly sir"

Wother nods "yes, i would like to get some real action soon, none of this training"

Quinten chuckles "Well rumour is that there will be a festival soon at Halyard"

Wother nods "i see, when is it, do you know?"

You say, "In the next few weeks Wother""

Wother finishes his drink "ah, i have a three day patrol planned for next few days, speaking of that i have to pack up some food soon"

Quinten nods "Well sah good luck, still can't leave the mountain at the moment with the lockdown in place, your lucky to go out on patrols"

Wother shrugs "it's gets lonely sometimes, but sleeping under the stars makes up for it, tell me what position to do want when you make privet, fighter, healer, runner maybe?"

Quinten indicates his uniform "I'm a fighter recruit Wother, hoping to make Major Darklett's patrol"

Wother nods "i see, well. when do you think that head wound will be cleared up?"

You say, "They say at least another week""

Wother nods "well i was thinking, if you want to i could convince a officer to allow you to accompany my on a patrol. What do you think?"

Quinten chuckles "I doubt it Wother, thank you for the offer but i'm off duty as i said, they'd not let me go" he sits up and smiles "Maybe when i'm back on duty...that'd be great"

Wother smiles "i meant when your healed of course, then i could issue a weapon for the patrol"

Quinten grins "if you could convince em sir...that'd be great"

Wother nods " i have a good friendship with zoe_lang, i don't think i would have trouble convincing her"

You ask, "You mean the Colonel? cool maybe i can swing some extra credit for my fur dye.....""

Wother nods "maybe" he takes out a wooden pipe from a pouch and fills it with tabacco slowly

Quinten wrinkles his nose at the scent from that pipe "Ugh filthy things those are"

Wother stops what he is doing "if it offends you, i can smoke later" he smiles and puts it away again

Quinten sahkes his head "Hey no carry on Wother this is the rec room after all, just don't blow it at me please"

Wother stops putting it away and lights it away from quinten, taking a long drag and blowing it upward while saying "i see, okay"

Quinten smiles and leans back "So Wother what is it like being a runner? i'm too short to keep up with you lot"

Wother looks at him "being a runner is more mental than anything, if you think you can run faster, you can run faster. plus being fit and healthy helps" he grins

Quinten smirks "I'm fit and healthy Wother but i'm a boxer and a fighter"

The door to the rec room opens, and in walks Flax, all scrubbed shiney just like the pots she's been washing. She shuffles slowly to the bar, retrieves a large mug, and turns to collect the latest edition of life at Sala.

Wother nods to quinten "you would be fine in a patrol with me quinten, my friend" he sticks the pipe in his mouth and turns to see flax entering "good eve to you miss" he greets

Quinten turns and smiles "Hey Flaxpaw come join us, Wother was talking about setting up a patrol to take the recruits out on"

Flaxpaw turns at Wother's greeting, smiling, and folds up her copy of the newsletter, heading over to the other two. "Evenin sah, Quinten." settles herself in near them, " A

patrol? that'd be great- if Majah Jarril will let me go." She sips the drink.

Somewhere on the muck, Inwa has disconnected.

Wother smiles to her "yes, but not too many recruits, id have to look after ye all. flaxpaw is it, think we met before, you tried to steal some daggers from the armory?"

Quinten laughs softly "She finally got given them for good by the Colonel"

Flaxpaw looks rather ashamed at Wother's question, and nods at Quin's reply. "yes, sah, did that. Really good of you not to report me, sah."

Wother looks to her "yes will that would be indecent of me. anyway i'm glad you got those daggers, they were good ones. in fact after i took them back to the armory i made two just like them in the forge" he motions to the two daggers strapped to his legs

You say, "Well i hope you can convince the officers to let us have that patrol Wother...would be a very good learning exprience but i think they might insist on an officer going along""

Flaxpaw looks at the daggers. "I'd like to see that's done sometime, sah." she considers the patrol idea. "Don't see why a private couldn't take a patrol out, but Majah's know best. Not likely to be allowed on any patrol myself, though, Majah said I wouldn't be for a long time. Still, let me know an I c'n always ask."

Wother nods taking another drag on the pipe, "i see, well i can vouch for both of you, maybe just the two of you. it'll give you something to do with all this inactivity." he pauses to drag another from the pipe, smoke coming out as he speaks "tell me flaxpaw, what position do you want when your a privet?"

You say, "Well i hope we can go that would be great, once i'm well again of course""

Flaxpaw smiles over at Quinten "suppose I'd best not try to leave again until this shoulder heals, otherwise we'd make a pretty sad patrol of the wounded." she turns back to Wother. "well, sah, plan to be a fightah, sah, an do wotever th'officahs tell me to."

Quinten smirks "Oh i should say so, between my headwound andyour shoulder we make about half a hare"

Wother stands up and puts out his pipe. "well i should be going, you two heal yourselves up, and train up for that patrol" with that he walks out

Flaxpaw nods, waving a slightly sloppy salute. "G'day, then, sah." she grins at

Quinten. "aye, mister Ender's a bit of bad luck sometimes. Glad he's home, though."

Quinten sits up straight "HE'S WOT"

Flaxpaw looks a little irritated. "he's home. Greg brought him back. I know you don't want him here, Quin, but he's old, and he needs looking after, no matter wot he thinks. you should have seen the state he was in."

Quinten boofs angrily "if he is injured that is good then but as soon as he is well he will want to leave again....and i will help him, he is family"

Flaxpaw looks at him a little cooly. "you'll help him? last time I checked, that rabbit c'n come an go as he pleases, majah didn't seem too fussed about him being out, but he needs to be with others who c'n make sure he's alright."

You say, "You do not understand Flaxpaw, tryingto coop him up and force him to stay with us, will kill him faster then letting him go spend a season in a hut just down the shore, we can watch him safely from a distance"" With that the young buck walked out of the room heading off to a lesson.

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